seekers.

Give me shelter
as I pass these open lands
and I’ll quietly slip out again
once the rains have gone.
I wasn’t meant to settle in man-made spaces
covered in concrete.
Give me long dirt roads
and the wind in my face,
empty space and a light load to go
From one place to the next.
I will keep wandering this earth
for what, I cannot say
but when I get there
I’ll be sure to send a postcard
with no return address.
I’ll have already moved on
in search of the next big truth.

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